Sweet and tender are your leaves.
They gently sway in the cool breeze.
They break and blowing a rough wind.
They softly touch the bird, my face.
Letting us know of gentleness, mothering.
There is grace in watching you dance.
There is wonder in you frenzied moves.
Light and dark are caught in your color.
Without both there would be no wonder.
For it is in this you shine with beauty.
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